I bring my body over hers and rub my length against her slit. She rolls her hips up to meet me, moaning obscene sounds that needle my lust.
“I want you to kiss me,” she says softly.
“Your cum is all over my face,” I say, hoping it deters her.
“That only makes me want you to kiss me more.”
Fuck—how is she so capable of turning my world on its head? I swore I’d never kiss her, and I meant it, but all at once I’m overwhelmed with the desire to taste her mouth.
So I do.
I plunge my tongue past her lips as I drive into her, fucking her with punishing strokes for what she does to me.
Her hands are all over my back, kneading, pulling, clawing. I love her tight cunt stretching around me as I fill her and feeling her gasp around my tongue as I do so only heightens the pleasure coursing through my body.
When I try to pull my mouth away, she leans up, sucking my tongue and nursing it obscenely.
I wasn’t built to withstand this, and before I know what’s happening, I’m coming like a damn teenager.
And for a small moment, I feel innocent of this world.
But that feeling doesn’t last long.
Fuck, I can’t believe I came so quickly.
Fiona giggles. “Wow, what a minute to be alive!”
Although the words are insulting, I don’t feel she meant them to be, so I reply with a joke of my own. “I value efficiency. Soon, I’ll have my time down to mere seconds.”
Fiona’s brow lifts, but her attention is diverted when she looks over at the egg incubator.
She points fanatically. “It’s wiggling!”
Anxious, I say, “Chicken eggs hatch every twenty-ish days. You’ll have plenty of opportunity—”
“But I want to see these ones hatch,” she whines. “Please! It’s not a big deal. There aren’t any dead up here.”
And because this girl makes me lose my damn mind, I say, “Fine.”
“You’re going to stay with me, right?”
“There’s a lot of work to do tomorrow. Homesteading on a city rooftop isn’t easy.”
“You don’t have to stay up. We can sleep up here. In sleeping bags.”
I should say no, but the look on her face stays my tongue.
It’s only one night of sleep. One night. I’ll stay up the entire time, or at least until the egg hatches. Then we can return to the apartment.
“Fine.”
She rushes gleefully behind the tomatoes and grabs two pillows and a sleeping bag she had stowed up here. The extra-wide one that sleeps two. She places them on the existing blankets.
“You planned this,” I deadpan.
“Yep, and now you’re stuck.”
Chapter 9
